“Honestly, I’m not sure if this is the right choice or not. But High Crown Walker is the perfect person to handle them. Maybe they can be more useful to the other werewolves later,” Timothee murmured.
“Sure, yeah. They could be, like, the best cookies ever baked. Not a total disaster.” A nonchalant shrug and a drawn-out sigh.
We were all gathered at the mansion, huddled around the table, hashing out our plans for the future since Taylor and Ennik had to face the consequences of their actions.
It had been a few tense days in the aftermath of the whole ordeal. I could feel the unease as we tried to figure out our next move.
“Hey mate, when you were talking to that girl earlier, who was that sister she mentioned?” Timothee asked curiously as he walked over.
“I heard you guys used to sha
